Boba pressed his lips to Din's, his hand warm against Din's neck. Din melted into the touch, grabbing hold of Boba's biceps and pulling him in close. Boba hummed and pressed in closer, kissing Din fervently, eagerly bumping their noses together. He set his hands on Din's hips, his hands steady and warm through the thick material of Din's flightsuit. Din held on tight, his legs trembling with the relief of having Boba's mouth on his, Boba's body pressed to his, wild happiness racing through his veins at the simple pleasure of Boba's touch.

He wants me. Din thought giddily, his heart racing as Boba opened his mouth and nipped his bottom lip softly. All along, he's wanted this.

Boba broke the kiss and pressed his cheek to Din's, panting in Din's ear. Pulling back a little, he let go of Din's hips to take his gaderffi from his back, tossing it on the floor behind him.

Din made a disgruntled sound, unhappy at the sudden loss of contact. Boba huffed a laugh, his warm breath tickling Din's ear.

"Hold on." He murmured, guiding Din backwards towards the bed. Din went eagerly, letting Boba push him gently on the bed, armor and all. Boba followed him a moment later, blanketing Din with his body. His chest plate bumped against Din's, a soft clanging sound echoing through the room as beskar met beskar.

Boba leaned in again, his eyes bright with desire, and kissed Din's jaw, covering his neck in little fluttering kisses. Din set his hands on Boba's hips, reveling at the feeling of Boba's armored body pressing him into the sheets, Boba's strong hands on his biceps. Boba hummed contentedly and pressed his mouth to Din's, kissing him with such intensity it stole Din's breath away. His lips tingled where they touched Boba's, his lungs burning as Boba deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and running his tongue along Din's lower lip. Din eagerly parted his lips to let Boba in, and Boba pressed in further with a deep hum, tracing Din's teeth with his tongue.

Boba kissed him until Din felt dizzy with pleasure, his lips sensitive and hot, his teeth buzzing underneath Boba's tongue, his arms tingling where Boba clutched him tightly.

Din's legs trembled underneath Boba's body, he could scarcely breathe, he never wanted Boba to stop. He reached up and took Boba's face in his hands, Boba's skin warm and soft even through Din's gloves. Din sighed against Boba's mouth, tracing the line of Boba's jaw with a thumb, leather rasping against stubble. Boba expressed his appreciation with a soft moan, the sound intimate and close.

Din shifted underneath Boba, heat pooling in his belly, his body responding easily to Boba's touch, the sound of Boba's panting breaths, the vibration of Boba's moan against his lips. Arousal prickled hot in his veins, skittering down his spine. His hands wandered lower, giddy pleasure racing through him at the feel of Boba's hips, the strong lines of Boba's body. Panting against Boba's lips, he placed a hand on Boba's codpiece, making an eagerly inquisitive sound.

Boba pulled back, his chest heaving. His pupils were blown, hungry desire plain on his face, but he shook his head.

"I don't - I don't think that's the best idea right now, Din."

"What - what do you mean?" Din panted, confused. "Don't you want -"

"Not right now." Boba interrupted, his tone gentle. Some of the fierce desire in his expression had faded, but his eyes still shone with fondness. "I don't want to rush into anything. We have plenty of time, sweetheart."

"It wouldn't be rushing." Din protested. Disappointment washed over him, cooling some of the arousal hot in his blood.

Boba just shook his head. "If you want more than what we're doing now, we're gonna have to talk about that. About what you want, what you don't want, some boundaries and limits."

Din groaned, taking his hand away and flopping backwards on the bed.

"Sex isn't something to rush into." Boba said gently, taking Din's hand and tangling their fingers together. "If that's something you want, I want to make sure it's good for both of us, yeah? That it's not - not something you're agreeing to because you've lost your people."

Din looked away guiltily. "I wasn't -"

He hadn't kissed Boba because he'd been cast out of his tribe. He hadn't - hadn't kissed him because he wanted a distraction from his grief, from his panic. But - but I can see how it might seem that way to Boba.

"I know." Boba said gently. "I didn't think you were. But still, it's something we should talk about, before we do anything. Tomorrow, yeah? You look tired."

"I'm fine." Din muttered petulantly, pressing his hips closer to Boba's. He felt intoxicated on relief and adrenaline, desperate for Boba to touch him again, to give him more of those kisses that made his knees weak.

"Another time." Boba repeated, kissing his cheek gently. "C'mon. You look dead on your feet."

Standing up, he gently pulled Din up off the bed, ignoring Din's grumbled protests. Letting go of Din's hand, Boba disappeared into the small fresher off to the side of the room before returning a moment later with a pile of neatly folded clothes in his hands.

"Here." Boba tossed a pair of black pants in Din's direction, followed by a white shirt. "These will be more comfortable, unless you were planning on sleeping in your armor."

Blushing, Din took off his armor piece by piece, trying not to ogle Boba too openly as he did the same. He picked his helmet up off the floor, and stacked the entire pile on Boba's armor rack, watching as Boba did the same. Din folded his flight suit and placed it on the ground next to his beskar. He put on the clothes Boba had given him, surprised to find the fabric soft and light, perfect to sleep in. Boba was shorter than Din but also broader across the chest and hips, and his clothes hung oddly on Din's taller frame.

Din hovered by the bed, awkwardly shifting his weight from side to side as Boba pulled a loose shirt over his head.

"Are you - I mean, we don't have to, I can - I can go." Din said, clearing his throat.

Boba just gave him an exasperated look and sat down on the bed. "Just come to bed, Din'ika."

Din blushed at the nickname, but acquiesced, sitting down and swinging his legs over onto the mattress.

"No one's called me that in years." He murmured, lying down and turning on his side. A memory itched at the corner of his mind, vague and indistinct. Dream-Fett's voice vibrating against his skin, a whispered diminutive, affectionate and gentle. Din shivered at the recollection, some of his earlier arousal returning, burning low in his belly.

Boba frowned, settling in the bed next to him. "I can stop, if you don't like it."

"No, it's - I don't mind." Din wormed closer to Boba's side, tucking his face into Boba's broad chest, reveling in the novelty of doing so without his helmet on, the fabric of Boba's shirt tickling his nose, his body a comforting warmth against Din's skin.

"I - I like it." He said shyly.

"All right." Boba hummed, pressing his nose into Din's hair. He wrapped a strong arm around Din's shoulders, resting his other arm on Din's hip, tracing the line of Din's hip bone with a thumb.

Din wiggled a little to get comfortable, throwing one arm over Boba's belly, tucking a leg between Boba's thick thighs, pressing his nose in the hollow of Boba's throat.

Boba chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Din's head. "Comfortable?"

"Hm." Din agreed, closing his eyes. Like this, in Boba's arms, warm and held all over, it was easy to let space lag pull him under, his vision swimming as exhaustion fully set in.

He felt Boba smile against his hair, his stomach muscles contracting slightly as he chuckled. "Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"Yeah." Din agreed contentedly.

Boba kissed his forehead gently, his lips ghosting over Din's skin.